"Okay Kelly now tell me. What happened yesterday?"
"I cut my finger...by accident."
"Was it an accident?"
"At first." Kelly looked down at his bandage over his finger hand and wrist.
"Are you depressed Kelly?"
"Well, yeah. Do you see where im being kept. Im living in a freaking box."
"Kelly, you're there for your own protection."
Shaking his head Kelly couldn't stand to hear what he's heard though the walls for almost a year. "No, I don't want to hear it anymore." His voice twitched with emotions clogging his throat. "I haven't even been sentenced yet…and im being punished for what others might do."
"You're too young they will hurt you."
"I will hurt myself!" The silence hung around the room. "Kill me now if I'm guilty."
"Kelly we can't let you out. Your safety is at risk."
Kelly gave a laugh that soon turned to tears. "I-I can't anymore. 22 hours in a box. I make imaginary friends. I promised myself I wouldn't but I have to. I talk to the walls. I make up my own games and I forgot what the sun looks like." He took a breath trying to see through his tears. "I miss my mom. I miss feeling alive." He stopped looking around and looked the woman questioning him right in the eyes. She could see his blue eye bleeding tears. She could see his suffering. She could see his regret. "I'd rather get hurt everyday than live in this hell."
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Solitary
Teen FictionKelly is a teenage boy sent to solitary confinement in an adult prison for a crime that is yet to be determined if he is innocent. He begins to lose his sanity and his freedom. This is a story that is being told for other teens and how they suffer.
